Fyre Made Flesh

Fyre made flesh
 On the Fields of Cremation
 Comes the Chariot of Blackened Fyre
 That brings fearsome Death
 I am the Fyre that enters the temple and eats the hearts of the priests
 I turn into ashes your offering, prayers to the false one
 Curse You All that gave up sight!
 Fall under that cross, image, dog
 None of you shall look upon you me
 I am the Horns of Death
 The One who pours the End
 Of flaming feathers and Ashes of Heavens
 No Holy sang
 As I, the Torture, walk through the Gardens of Ra
 I am the One who walks on my own flesh
 I drown you in streams of Hate
 As I bathe millions in pain
 Your strength melts under my gaze
 I carry my Throne on Black Lava of Abominations
 No Holy Name, No Seal, No Power closeth before my Fyre